Celestial Echoes: The Chronicles of Rohan Singh

Space is not silent. It hums, it breathes, and in its unfathomable vastness, it speaks-if one knows how to listen.

Long before Rohan Singh ever set foot in a starship, the universe had already begun to call his name. It was not with sound, but through vibrations in the void, anomalies in data, and dreams that seemed too vivid to be his own. Something ancient, buried in the depths of time and matter, had stirred-and it was watching.

Humanity, in its ambition, had crossed planets, established colonies, and forged new identities among the stars. But it had forgotten humility. It had forgotten the possibility that the universe might not only be alive-but aware.

In the silence before the storm, a single whisper reached Earth's deep-space array. No language. No structure. Just a pattern-a pulse.

And with that whisper, the chronicles began.